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Chivalry Kills

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Eddie x Reader

Angst, fighting, smut, fluff

Eddie is a perfect gentleman to everyone, and it makes you feel invisible to him.

“No, really, guys, I’m fine. Don’t let me get in your way.” You were straining to carry an amp, albeit the smallest amp the band used, to Eddie’s van as they leaned against the back wall of the bar, sipping beers.

“We gotta get you in a weight lifting class,” your boyfriend joked, coming over to help you load the equipment into the car.

“Or maybe you could load your own car. Or pay the freshman you hang around five bucks to do this,” you joked. He lifted his beer bottle to your lips, a small reward for helping out like you always did.

You were more than happy to do it, needing to get some energy out after watching their high voltage performance every week. Eddie kept telling you that you didn’t need to, he could handle it, but you wouldn’t just sit there and let him do all of the work. He wasn’t even crazy about the idea of you driving to The Hideout by yourself to watch their set. One week he tried to leave after their minimal soundcheck to some and pick you up, but he ended up having to jump right on stage after bursting through the door.

“It’s fine, I am able to get here alone. It’s safe,” you promised him.

“You shouldn’t have to, though.”

Ever the gentleman, Eddie went out of his way to be as gallant as possible. He planned thoughtful dates, tried his hardest to never let you open a door for yourself, and always made sure you were taken care of when you were being intimate. He was constantly sweeping you off your feet. Well, you and every other girl in Hawkins.

It was cute when he gave El, Max, or Erica a piggy back ride. It was endearing when he didn’t let Robin walk on the street side of the sidewalk. It was funny when he hit on Joyce right in front of Hopper.

It was infuriating when he paid every other girl in your age group attention, and stopped trying to impress you.

“You’re chewing right in my ear,” you slightly pushed Eddie away from you, just handing over your lunch that he was picking from.

“What are you going to eat?” he asked through a mouthful of carrot sticks.

“I lost my appetite all of a sudden,” you said. He shrugged and continued chomping away and talking with his friends. Despite the hustle and bustle of hungry teenagers, you were able to spot Robin looking around the cafeteria for a familiar face. You tapped Eddie’s arm so he would release his hold on your shoulders. “See you later, okay?”

He sent you off with a slight nod of his head.

“Save me,” you grabbed Robin’s elbow and led her out of the cafeteria with you. She followed without a word, and you two went down to the newspaper room where you knew you would find Nancy.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” she smiled when she saw you.

“I needed to hide,” you said. “Boys are so annoying.” After a rough morning of sleeping past your alarm and certainly flunking a test, you were in no mood to be spit on or yelled through about fantasy games, shockingly.

“Who got under your skin?” Robin smiled. Neither of them expected it to be Eddie. From what they experienced, he had nothing but good manners. Sure, he picked on Steve, but they both considered that an admirable quality.

“It’s just been one of those days,” you sighed. “Distract me, tell me what you’re working on,” you asked Nancy, sending her into a spiel you gladly let overtake your thoughts.

When it was time for the afternoon to officially begin, the three of you walked through the halls together, heading in the same general direction of your next classes. Only a few more left until the end of the day and then beginning of the weekend. You could do this.

“It is always weird to see them together,” Robin commented, looking down the hall at Eddie, Chrissy, and a few other cheerleaders.

“She’s making his life a lot easier,” you explained, relieved that he was getting terrorized much less, even if he made his way into the good graces of the Hawkins High Elite by selling them drugs.

“Looks like he is, too,” commented Nancy as you all watched him take her books from her arms. You weren’t bothered by it. He was being his normal, generous self. What did bother you, though, was his arm tossed around her shoulder, mouth close to her ear saying something that was making the beautiful girl laugh. They looked like they were floating down the hallway, made lighter by each other’s presence.

“I shouldn’t overreact to that, right?” you asked, starting to fidget with the hair tie around your wrist. “He just doesn’t have to be so touchy. It’s inappropriate, what if she was uncomfortable with that?” you didn’t give them a chance to answer.

The bell rang overhead and made your brain rattle.

“Don’t overthink it,” Nancy stressed, but she saw how your mind was already running away with the minor incident. “We will see you later, be ready by 8!” Right. The party you promised to go to. Usually on Fridays you and Eddie drove around, making pit stops for him to do deals. You liked being in the car with him, passing by the secret night life of teenagers that he was contributing to, but you two were happy to stay on the outskirts of.

With his new friendships, he was coming around to the idea of actually attending one of the parties he served. Nancy wasn’t a stranger to the scene, so she broke you both down, encouraging you to give it a try, even if just for an hour. It had to be better than getting drunk or high by yourselves. Honestly, it was getting kind of sad.

“8 o’clock, got it,” you nodded, going off toward your next class.

The next time you saw Eddie, he was waiting for you by your locker after the last bell had rang.

“Hey, Babe,” he smiled, giving your butt a gentle smack. It wasn’t the most romantic gesture, but your feelings of annoyance from lunch had seriously diminished, and you just wanted to be close to him.

“Hi,” you said, throwing the books you wouldn’t need over the weekend into the metal square and slamming the door shut. “Let’s go,” you grabbed his hand and he squeezed it affectionately.

“We just have to wait for Chrissy, we’re giving her a ride home,” he said. You nodded and let him lead you to her locker, where she was talking to her other friends. They confirmed with you and Eddie that you’d be at the party later, and then the three of you walked into the fresh air like you were the best of friends.

“Ooh, it’s getting cold out,” you complained, frowning at the fall air taking over the town.

“It feels good, this sweater is so hot,” Chrissy said, pulling at the turtle neck uniform she was wearing that day. Eddie turned the air on for her when you all got in the van, making you shiver more intensely than you were outside.

It didn’t take long for you to get to Chrissy’s house and drop her off. She asked if you wanted to get ready with her for the party, but you honestly couldn’t imagine starting your evening any earlier than you already had to. Her eyes genuinely dropped when you thanked her, but declined, and it almost made you change your mind. But then you remembered Eddie’s hand on her back.

“You’re going to dance with me later, though, right?” she asked, the smile returning to her face.

“Definitely,” you conceded.

“Only if they play something other than the shit on the radio.” Eddie appeared outside of your window, right next to where Chrissy’s hands were draped. You turned around, expecting to somehow see him still sitting next to you in the driver’s seat. He must have gotten out when you were distracted by the cheerleader. With a wave from Chrissy, your boyfriend started to walk her to her front door as if it wasn’t 3 o’clock in the afternoon in a suburban neighborhood.

When he got back to the car after 7 minutes, you clocked it, of giggling, you were pissed off.

“So what do we want for dinner? I’m sure you’re hungry after giving me your lunch, which i don’t think I ever thanked you for,” Eddie grabbed your fingers and went to bring them to his lips like he did a million times before, but you pulled your hand back.

“I think I just want to relax before the party,” you shrugged. “The math test didn’t go well.” you told him, because he didn’t ask.

“Okay, that sounds good, too. How about we take a nap and-”

“Can you just drop me off and we can meet up later?” you asked, aware of your less than sweet tone. He could tell something was wrong, but chalked it up to the test and knew you’d feel much better if you had some time alone.

What he didn’t count on, though, was your solitude making your anger fester. All you could see was him touching her, her gaggle of friends laughing at his jokes, and the way he had been brushing you off. Eddie made everyone feel so special by doing nice things for them, and you wanted to be the only one on the receiving end.

By the time you, Robin, and Nancy were approaching the front door of the parentless house, you were practically stomping.

“Relax, Hulk,” Robin teased as you whipped open the front door like someone was hiding behind it.

“I need a drink,” you sighed, heading straight for the kitchen where there were bottles of liquor and a keg. “What do you guys want?” You didn’t wait for an answer, making a strong concoction that you split between three cups, yours a little more full than the others. The drink eased your emotions a bit, and you felt your anger level slowly coming down.

Eddie was set to meet you at the party. Even though you didn’t want to be with him earlier in the day, now you were itching to see him.

“You keep on looking around like you’re expecting Judd Nelson to walk in,” Nancy said, waving her hand in front of your face. “Let’s go, come on,” she waved her finger so you would follow her to the living room, where people were dancing.

“Y/N!” The high-pitched voice cut through the crowd, and you saw Chrissy bouncing toward you. You recognized how sweet it was that she was trying to get closer to you after becoming friends with your boyfriend, and you wanted to put more of an effort in with her.

“We’re dancing, come on,” you grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with the three of you.

A few months ago, you would have gotten a lot of stares, and not just because of Robin’s off-beat dancing. The cheerleader, the bank geek, the journalist, and the outsider all together. Add the freak into the mix, and it’s a wonder you weren’t put on a poster in a guidance counselor’s office.

“My girls!” Eddie showed up and threw his arms around you and Nancy.

“Hi,” you grinned, leaning up on your toes and pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. He winked at you and took your hand, twirling you around. Finally, he was giving you the attention you were craving.

Just as quickly as he gave you butterflies, he opened the window and shooed them out. There were only a couple of blissful minutes until it took a turn.

It was common knowledge that Chrissy was single and available, and it didn’t even take half a song for someone to ask her to dance. Understandably, watching your boyfriend give another guy daggers with his stare because he was dancing with his friend didn’t exactly put you in the best of moods.

“He’s getting a little handsy,” he said, loud enough for your group to hear.

“She’s fine,” you said, grabbing his hands and putting them on your waist, trying to get him to focus on you. He nodded and began to bounce back and forth on his feet again, keeping a protective eye on Chrissy.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie leaned down into your ear and nodded toward the back door, where someone was waiting with a $20 bill in hand. You nodded and he walked off, putting on his best salesman face.

“I’m taking a break,” you said to Nancy and Robin, going into the kitchen. As soon as Eddie came back inside, you were going to grab him for as alone a moment you could get at a house party.

“Hey, you coming to check up on me?” he walked back inside and you wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling you into him.

“Of course, I have to make sure you’re being safe,” you mocked. He laughed and the sound went right to your heart. “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s interesting,” he nodded. “I think the last one of these I went to was in the 8th grade, and I played spin the bottle.”

“We can play if you want,” you smiled. He picked up an abandoned beer bottle on the counter and tipped it towards you before leaning in. As soon as your lips met, your hands went to his hair, playing with the curls. Even though you were surrounded by your peers, you felt like you were the only two people in the room. You went to lift yourself up on the counter, but Eddie twisted around so he was leaning against the countertop.

Your hands moved underneath his shirt and he tugged you closer, mouthing against your neck.

“Eddie,” you laughed, getting shy and pulling away. “Eddie!” His mouth was still open, as were his eyes. While he was kissing you, his eyes were trained on his friend in the living room, who was preoccupied with a boy herself. His eyes snapped to you and he knew he had been caught.

“Uh-”

“What, did you need a better view?” you slammed your palms against his chest and he tried to grab your hands, but you ripped them away.

“Sweetheart-”

“No,” you snapped, spinning around and storming away. You thought you’d be able to get through the party despite your nerves and apprehension, and that Eddie’s presence along with your friends’ would keep you safe. The day was horrible from the beginning, you should have just stayed in bed.

“Woah, woah, what’s happening?” Robin and Nancy saw you fly by and followed, despite you holding up your hand to keep them at bay.

The cool night air shocking your system and your high emotions became too much to handle, and your breath became shallow. You were shocked to see that Chrissy had followed them outside.

“I’m okay, I’m fine,” you calmed your friends, although your shaky voice gave you away.

“Look, it’s fine, I’m going to go inside, call Steve, and we’ll be on our way home in five minutes,” Robin said, going to rush back into the house.

“No, I don’t want to ruin the night,” you shook your head. “I just need a minute, I promise,” you said, but their watchful eyes weren’t leaving you for a second, not even blinking.

“Want me to go find Eddie? Is he still finishing his deal?” Chrissy asked. They saw how your eyes went dark and your panic turned to rage. “Okay, not Eddie.”

“Chrissy?” The four of you turned around and saw the boy you had all just become acquainted with, the one that was dancing with Chrissy. “Are you ladies okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” she smiled. “You said you drove here, right?”

“DD tonight,” he nodded. “Are you sure you’re alright, do you need me to take you somewhere?”

“Let’s go home,” Chrissy nodded, taking your hand. You understood why Eddie liked her. They were two peas in a pod: protective.

“Can you go tell Eddie?” you asked Nancy.

“Tell Eddie what?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. “Are you okay?” He was looking around at the four of you, but his eyes stopped when they locked with yours. You felt like he was looking right into your heart, and could see that it was hurting.

“We’re going home,” Robin said, maybe the most assertive you had ever heard her.

“Alright, let’s go,” he swept his arm out so you would all start to walk to his car, but you stayed put.

“Bob is taking us home,” you told him.

“Rob,” he cleared his throat and corrected you.

“No,” Eddie said. “I will take you all home.” Again, you all stood your ground. “Y/N,” he frowned at you.

“I will call you when I am cooled off and ready to talk,” you said, turning around and starting to walk away. You heard the scurried footsteps of your friends behind you, and a soft “Sorry, man” from Rob.

The ride home was silent, which you were thankful for. The energy was buzzing around you with everyone wanting to ask what happened and how they could help.

There was nothing they could do. You knew you had to talk to Eddie, but you didn’t want to have to do that. He was so perceptive of everyone and everything going on, but he didn’t take into account how his reactions to outside circumstances made you feel.

The following afternoon, you still weren’t ready to talk to Eddie. However, when your phone started to ring, you knew he was on the other end. You also knew that if you didn’t answer, he would probably show up.

“Hello?” you tried to hide the angry inflection in your voice, but it was impossible.

“Great, so the stranger you went home with didn’t murder you,” he bit across the line. It was from worry, it came from concern.

“Yep,” you nodded. “I’m still not ready to talk to you, so I am going to hang up.” He should consider himself lucky that you were giving him that much of a notice instead of just ending the call.

“Babe, come on,” he sighed. You wanted to give in, and not have to tell him how hurt your ego was, but if you let the feelings fester, it would be so much more detrimental.

“Later,” you said. This time, you did not give him a warning, just hung the phone back up on the receiver.

You were most confused that Eddie didn’t think this was a big deal. He was kissing you and looking at another girl. Pushing you to the side, again, to put his attention on someone else that didn’t need him. You couldn’t help but feel like you were falling through the cracks in his life, and it was soul crushing. He was number one for you, and you were low on the list of people he felt he needed to keep in line.

Eddie had to be in control. If he knew that everyone was okay and that he was a part of that, then he wouldn’t lose anyone. Everyone and everything would stay exactly how it was, which was good. He was so busy concerned with everyone else he didn’t realize that you were dipping under his radar, and treating you less and less like a girlfriend.

When the dust of your mind settled, and you knew the point you wanted to get across, you started walking to Eddie’s. He would be home now, you were sure. And if you needed to leave, then you could. You were going to be the one in control now.

You knocked on the front door, and it opened a moment later. Eddie had the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, the cord tangled around his wrist.

“I gotta go, okay?” he moved aside and you walked in, sitting in Uncle Wayne’s recliner. There needed to be some physical space between you two for the conversation to stick. You would both melt away if you were caressing or could look too deeply into each other’s eyes. “If you can’t get a ride, just call.” You heard the phone hang up and Eddie came into view in the small living room.

“Hi,” your voice was low. The last time you used it was on the phone with Eddie hours ago. He sat on the couch across from you and leaned his arms on his thighs, immediately starting to tap his foot.

“I am so angry at you, Y/N.” This was not how you expected the conversation to start. Groveling, sniveling, and begging was more in line. “You just left last night! With no explanation or no clue to where you were going. That guy doesn’t even go to our school, he could have been anyone!”

“What are you, my father?” you asked. “I don’t have to report my location to you, Eddie.” He scoffed, sending your blood pressure through the roof.

“I don’t care how pissed off you are, you can’t just do that. And taking our friends along with you? I mean, come on.” That was the last nail in his coffin.

“Oh, we want to talk about everyone else? How about how you walk Chrissy to her door like you just took her out on a date? Or how cute and cuddly you two looked walking in the hallway, whispering in each other's ears? Or how about how you were fucking looking at her when you were kissing me last night?” you stood up and were digging your fingernails into your palms, trying your hardest not to cry.

“Is that what you’re so mad about? Chrissy? We are friends, Y/N, she is doing everything she can to extend an olive branch to you,” he remained seated, hoping to bring down your energy level and contain the conversation.

“Oh my God, no,” you groaned, putting your hands over your face. He wasn’t absorbing a word you were saying. “You are so busy worrying about everyone else that you’re treating them like your girlfriend and me like someone you just met off the street.” Your breathing was getting heavier and your voice caught in your throat. It didn’t feel good to be saying these things, you didn’t want to hurt him, He needed to know how his actions were affecting you.

“What are you talking about? I am always looking out for you all and-”

“You’re supposed to be treating me special, Eddie!” Finally, it came out. You didn’t come with the intention of saying that, you weren’t even sure if you really knew that’s how you were feeling. “You care so deeply about everyone and I am left behind. Don’t let me keep you trapped in this relationship if you just want to be friends.” A tear rolled down your cheek as your deepest fears came to the surface.

“What? Y/N, no,” he got up and kneeled on the floor in front of you, grabbing your hands after you didn’t recoil away. You couldn’t meet his eyes, keeping your stare trained on his fingers slotted between yours.

It was sad that you hadn’t felt this close to him in weeks. Every time you looked at him his eyes were trained on someone else. Dates were cut short to give someone a ride, meals were shared so no one spent their evening alone, and kisses were shared while he was looking at his gorgeous friend.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.

“I just, I need a little more from you. Or just all of you every once in a while, you’re breaking yourself off into pieces to give to everyone and I get what’s left over,” you explained. Finally, you lifted your gaze to look at him, and he was listening along like you were telling him the secret to eternal life.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. I’ve been horrible to you,” he sighed. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, everything that was making you upset was coming from how much he cared for other people.

“Eddie, you haven’t been horrible.”

“Look at the way I’ve been making you feel. I mean, I love you, and I haven’t been showing you,” he gripped your hands tighter. Your brain went on pause.

He loved you? You two hadn’t spoken those words to each other yet. Eddie didn’t even realize what he had said, just kept rambling on with his apology. No matter how nervous you were to bring everything up to him, you were happy that you did. Even though there were a lot of times where actions spoke so much louder than words, Eddie’s acts of love for everyone in your lives didn’t diminish how he felt for you.

Why had you ever doubted it in the first place? He brought you into his life so fully, letting you take up the space by his side. You learned about his D&D strategies, he was receptive to getting some help in school for maybe the first time ever, and he opened up to you. He didn’t need to make grand, sweeping gestures. The issue wasn’t the wonderful, selfless, enchanting things that he was doing for everyone; the issue was that you didn’t see the meaning in the small things he only did for you.

“-and maybe I just don’t know how to have friends. I’m still learning that and how to be an actual, real boyfriend. I’m sorry,” he said again. You didn’t say anything, just tugged his hands in your direction so he was close enough for you to kiss him.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, pulling away from his shocked face for just a second before going back towards him. You pressed your lips to his in quick succession, trying to get him to respond, but he was frozen.

“I’m confused,” he said once you had put more than an inch of space between you.

“I love how kind you are to everyone in your life, and I’m sorry that I didn’t understand. I love you,” you repeated.

“Jesus, that’s what I thought you said,” he was the one to surge forward this time, collecting you in his arms and moving you closer to the edge of the recliner you were still in. “I’m going to be better,” he promised.

“Me, too,” you brushed his hair out of his face tenderly, and he put his hands over yours again. “I know you weren’t trying to ignore me. You’re not built for that.” A blush reached his cheeks and grew down his neck.

“No, I’m built just for you,” he said. The cheesiness of the line didn’t make you giggle like it normally would, because you believed it now with your entire heart.

“Come on,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and going to his room that you had become familiar with.

The sex you’d been having was fun and boisterous, you didn’t cross into emotional. That was another level you hadn’t reached yet, not until tonight.

Eddie didn’t get the pleasure of taking off your first layer of clothing, you threw off your sweater while you were still in the doorway.

“Let me,” he said when you brought your hands to the bottom hem of your t-shirt. You nodded and he slowly dragged the cotton up your torso, trying to keep eye contact with you until he got the neckline stuck on your necklace. The small blunder took the edge off of the seriousness in the mood, and you laughed until he freed you and you could see him again.

“There you are,” you breathed. He gave you a close-lipped smile, bashful. “My turn.” The hand-me-down flannel he had on was worn-in and impossibly soft. The buttons slipped through their holes like butter despite your shaking hands.

You sat down on the edge of his bed and started to untie the strings on his sweatpants. Eddie had been happy to continue picking them up everytime they dropped below his hips every minute, but he liked when you subconsciously tied and untied the bow when you were relaxing on the couch.

While he was thinking of your gentle hands working the material, he felt them suddenly massaging over the bulge that was not so well hidden by his boxers. The cool air coming from his open window was the only thing stopping him from breaking out into a sweat once those hit the floor, too, and he was fully naked.

Your hand was slow, wanting everything to be as enjoyable as possible. This wasn’t drunk sex after a night with the band, this was making love. There was lube in the drawer, you bought a new tube last week, but you spit as graciously as you could onto your hand, getting the base of his shaft wet while your mouth worked on the rest.

Unlike his voice, Eddie’s whining was high-pitched. Just as you had done for him earlier, he gently moved strands of hair off of your cheeks. He wasn’t concerned with them being in your way, he just wanted to look at you. He could only handle it for a minute.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he said. You knew it, too, could feel the way his thighs were starting to shake and the amount of precum leaking out of him. He popped out of your mouth, and you were moving backwards on the bed so he could lay over you. The eye contact was intense while he worked on the button of your jeans, but it wasn’t scary. It felt safe.

“I love you,” he pressed the words into your mouth with his. The tension in your body had been displaced, and you were pliant against him. His tongue moved against yours with the same rhythm of where his hand found your chest. You sat up to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, but the moment Eddie was able to fit his hand between your back and the bed, he had already gotten it undone.

Normally, you would have made a comment about him having a suspicious amount of skill and he would have bit back, but the only thing coming out of your mouth was soft groans.

“Please, Eddie,” you begged. For what, you’re not entirely sure. You already had all of him, in any way that you wanted him. He would make sure that was never a doubt in your mind again.

He nodded, knowing what you meant even if you didn’t, and separated from you for just a moment to pull the denim off of your legs, turning them inside out in the process. You shimmied your underwear down your legs in what you were positive was extremely unsexy, but Eddie looked like it was the most R-rated thing he’d ever seen.

His knees hit the floor in front of you for a second time that day, but now instead of taking hold of your hands, he gripped your ankles and hooked them over his shoulders. Chapped lips sponged your thighs equally until there was nothing left to kiss but the middle, and Eddie didn’t hesitate for a second.

You sucked in a breath as his tongue began to wiggle it’s way between your soft folds. One hand was placed on your stomach, keeping you pinned gently to the bed, and the other was sneaking unsuspectingly to join his mouth.

“Oh,” your eyes almost went to the back of your head while Eddie’s were on your face. He tried not to smile, because then he’d have to stop suckling on your clit. Somehow, he was able to apply the same exact pressure as his fingers swiping inside of you, unnecessarily getting you ready for him. There were times when you loved the sting that a lack of foreplay allowed, but his confession relaxed you that you knew he would meet no hesitation.

The both of you could sense that there couldn’t be another minute before you were fully connected, so Eddie made his way back up your body while you reached over to grab a condom from the value box he had gotten.

“It’s a good investment,” he had said when you first saw it, and he was right.

He ripped the packet open with his teeth and shoved his fingers inside much less gently than he had with you. Your feet gently ran up and down his legs, needing to be close to him.

“Okay,” he said softly, leaning over you. His weight was on one arm, while the other snaked between you where you couldn’t see. When the tip of his cock was brought to your entrance, you felt like you were an opposing magnet, being heaved to him.

There wasn’t a hiss, a groan, or a whimper when he pushed into you. You were both relieved, but looking right at each other was all-consuming.

“I love you,” Eddie said, hand that was not supporting him finding a resting place right under the curve of your breast.

“I love you,” you rubbed your nose against his cheek, breaking the spell of his eyes and finally feeling all of the sensation he was bringing.

Slowly, his hips dragged back and forth. You tried to match him but his leg pressed firmly to yours, telling you to stop. He would take care of you.

Nothing had ever felt like this before, so secure and pure. The earth could have opened up beneath you and you don’t think you would have noticed.

“So good,” you nodded, pleasure shooting through your entire body. Eddie didn’t need the assurance, he could feel your body pulling him in. Which was why he was confused when you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away.

You really just wanted to flip him over, but when he figured your plan out he maneuvered you so you were in his lap while he sat up. His arms were hugging you close, your chests pressed against one another while you were both trying to adjust to the new position and how deeper Eddie felt.

“Alright?” he asked.

“Perfect,” you nodded, hips starting to twitch with the want to move. You started to move, forcing Eddie to soften his grip on you. He couldn’t hold himself up without losing focus on not finishing this too early, so he allowed himself to flop onto his back. The feeling of your nails instantly digging into his pecs made him think you were nearing the end as well.

“I’m going to cum soon,” he grunted out, not having the mental capacity to have more eloquence. You didn’t either, apparently, because you just grabbed one of his hands and started to rub your clit using his finger.

“Come on, Love,” you panted, and Eddie spilled into the rubber a moment later. The feeling of him throbbing inside of you was what you needed to tip over the edge, and both of your heads went fuzzy with pleasure.

When you returned to clarity, Eddie had a tear coming from each eye. You wiped them away with your thumbs and leaned down to cement it all with a kiss.

“No,” you complained when he gently rolled you onto your side and pulled out of you. He just nodded and kissed you sweetly.

Another word wasn’t spoken for a few minutes. He threw away the condom, and then you took his place in the bathroom to wipe yourself down. He held out a long shirt for you from his drawer and he slipped into clean boxers. You clicked on his radio while he started to pick up and fold your clothes.

You had no clue how you were so blind to his love.

After smoothing over his comforter, you shuffled onto the bed, knowing he’d join you the moment you opened your arms for him. He patted the small pile of your clothes and crawled beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re my favorite person,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel that way.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out. You didn’t deserve that,” you swallowed thickly, the heaviness of your earlier words seeping through your bliss.

“No more apologies,” he decided and you agreed. After a minute of silent hugging, he spoke again. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you I loved you, you know.” You grinned, a bit of spark coming back into the energy.

“Oh? So you didn’t just blurt it out so I would forgive you and have sex with you?” you teased.

“Of course not,” he laughed, rubbing your arm. “I was going to do something big.”

“Like what? Get the marching band to serenade me? Spell it out in cigarettes?”

“I was thinking take flight lessons and write it in the sky. That way you couldn’t deny it,” he said.

“I would never,” you said, turning to face him. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank god.”

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Corpse au case fic where the trio decided to try cracking a murder mystery, except instead of angst it's a comedy of errors where they make everything worse.

Like. Danny comes out of a portal dead and translucent and glowing, and there's charred remains of a human body on the floor. So now all three of them are freaking out, and instead of asking for help, or finding an adult, or telling literally ANYONE, they decide to just. Get rid of the body. As one does.

So that's what they do: they break out Tucker's nice shovels (because god forbid Sam's family owned something as pheasant as a shovel, and Danny's too afraid of touching their family's Patented Fenton ShovelsTM for... reasons), they find a nice desolate clearing in the woods, and then they bury Danny's body like one would a very unfortunate hamster who met their demise too soon under very suspicious circumstances. They even stay at the new "grave" in silence for a minute or five in respect and DEFINITELY nothing else, you know. And so, they bury the body, and then they (try to) forget the experience as some horrific nightmare.

And then, a year later, there's an uproar: the Amity Park's police department found the child's remains in the woods! And you see, Amity Park is not THAT big of a town, and the police estimated that the body belonged to a 14-15 year old child, and, look, there's only so many schools in a small town, alright. Obviously, the rumours start very soon in Casper High: about how the kid could've gone to their school, about how they could've died, about whether or not anybody was missing them, about their identity, and some definitely-truthworthy-would-I-lie-to-you-bro-come-on sources insist that the kid was murdered around a year ago, around the time ghosts started showing up. And these rumours obviously reach the ears of Sam, Danny and Tucker.

Now, you would've thought that their first thought would be something like "oh no, they found Danny's body", or "oh no, they know", or even simply "we're sooo fucked". Except. You see, the night they buried the body? It was really cloudy. And dark. And, y'know, it's very easy to get lost in a forest. And they were too high-strung, you see, they completely forgot to leave some sort of a marker or anything. And also like, it was so long ago, you know? A lot have happened, they were sooo busy and the likes, you can't really blame them for forgetting some things.

And here's lies the problem: all three of them just fucking forgot that there was a body left to bury at all.

And then it gets out that the police can't even conduct any sort of DNA test because it became corrupted to the point of being absolutely unrecognisable due to exposure to a large amount of ecto-energy.

It's now looks like a bad set up for a joke: an identifiable body of a child, cause of death unknown; the probable involvement of ghosts or at the very least a very large quantity of ecto-energy; a probable murderer on the loose, which naturally breeds suspicion and speculation; a town full of all kinds of rumours; and a trio of absolute dumbasses, who after hearing that ghosts were involved immediately went to stick their noses where they don't belong.

Rejoice, Amity Park! Sam, Danny and Tucker are now on the case! Except they are all teenagers, and nobody in their right mind will allow teenagers to solve a murder case. Plus, them poking around would be highly suspicious, but Phantom, on the other hand?

(people seeing Phantom helping solve this case and coming to the conclusion that the ghosts were definitely involved was not on their bingo card, but oh well)

They don't go to the cops, obviously: Danny at least in part because he's worried they will call GIW on his ass or try to arrest him, and Sam and Tucker simply because fuck the cops (one because the police is involved in a militaristic, capitalistic corrupted system that breeds injustice and furthers the divide between average people and the wealthy, and the other because cops suck and will probably call GIW on his friend's ass). They also can't go to any other authorities: cops are out of the question, as is the mayor; laboratory personnel will most likely just throw them out; and there're no witnesses or known relatives, so they're stuck.

Therefore they decide that desperate times need desperate measures, and so they enlist all of their ghost allies on a quest, hoping to find the ghost of the kid. Considering the amount of ecto-energy they were subjected to, they MUST have formed a ghost, they only need to find them.

Except. The Ghost Zone is a big place, and they only have so many allies, even if some of them are a queen and a god. So Danny bites the bullet and does the most stupid (debatable) thing he has ever done: he goes to his enemies for help. They're surprisingly understanding and willing to help, even if some of their reasons are a little... strange (Skulker and Johnny entered some sort of competition on who finds the ghost first, Box Ghost starts to seek out coffins (??) and Youngblood is not above to start torturing people to finally have a friend that is not either an adult or a complete stick in the mud). And even then they still can't find the ghost.

In the end Danny goes to Clockwork in a desperate hope that he will be able to glimpse at least a little of what had transpired on the night of the murder, and to Danny's annoyance Clockwork laughs so hard he almost pops a ghost equivalent of a blood vessel.

A few weeks down the line Sam hesitantly brings up Danny's buried corpse ("MY WHAT" "Your corpse which we buried in the woods, Danny, don't you remember?" "Yeah, bro, I think you dissociated the whole time we were digging the hole and carrying your dead body" "WE DID WHAT-"), reasonably saying that, you know, they ALSO technically buried a body in the woods. On that Tucker just shrugs because obviously it was not Danny's body, the place of the burial was way off, he remembers that there was a really big stone to the left of the grave (he doesn't and there wasn't), so they are in the clear. During that exchange Danny's sitting on the floor and having a panic attack, because he really did dissociate the whole time and afterwards legitimately forgot that there was a body to bury at all.

After that conversation all three of them leave with a certainty that Danny's body is still there where they left it, whenever it was. And so the shenanigans continue.

#yes i know that is custom made for some delicious angst and identity shenanigans #but also consider: this scenario would be very funny #three teenagers running around a crime scene trying to solve a murder case #and not realising they ARE said murder case #idk whether or not there would be an identity reveal down the line but if there would be one #i like to imagine vlad just sitting in his office alone afterwards head in hands #wondering WHAT he did to deserve this stupidity that went for MONTHS #like sir you did it to yourself when you decided to make a 14 years old your arch-nemesis #jazz is both horrified ('IT WAS YOUR WHAT') and exasperated ('what do you MEAN you forgot')#she's out there secretly hoping this sort of stupidity is not hereditary (in her case it kinda is lmao)#his parents are simply horrified (tho jack a few months down the line finds the whole ordeal rather funny)#the ghosts all forget about this shitshow rather quickly #except for ember youngblood kitty and johnny. they will NEVER let danny live it down. NEVER.#also danny waking up at 3am in cold sweat and remembering cw laughing his ass off: THIS MF KNEW ALL ALONG-#danny phantom #sam manson #danny fenton #tucker foley

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